I have no cost to pay
I have no cost to bear
I bear the cross upon my heart
with skin so soft and fare

Rescue me from life so easy
Save me from my easy state
Release me to the wild unknown 
Free me for your name sake 

Send me to caves of hiding 
Send me to furnace flame
Send me to giants mighty
Unlock the lion in his cage

For You O God do saving
You bury dark in light
This O God is my reward
to gain your name and loose this life 

empty and still
new and whole
no mobile wheel 
no sheets adorn
but every glance
like water 
to my face 
in early morn
jarring senses 
waking body
to the day ahead
to the baby soon born

She is a lonely heart
she thinks she is alone
like a prisoner in
solitaire 
facing punishment worse known
than simple confinement from 
society
alone in the world
alone in her fear
in her doubt
in her pain
she thinks she is alone
But honey I am here
I am here.
I am here.

advent no more
no more
light has come
the hour is here
the glass empty poured
advent no more

advent no more
the dark is done
the weight of wait
we no longer bore
advent no more
no more

Oh God give a dream
Not for sleep
but to wake
the unimagined 
Oh God give a dream
so life not to waste,
make it more than a plan
or nudging direction
Oh God give a dream
of You
for You
by You
Oh God give a dream
to better all
Oh God give a dream
Oh God, give me
a dream.

Isn't it funny how storms bring out
such different reactions
from grandfather - watching on the porch
to her - reliving pain
to him - plotting and planning
to me - the optimist (or insane)
to the weather kid - chasing the wind
to the old lady - hiding in her shelter
Isn't it funny how storms bring out
such different reactions.

The flower is a dangerous thing 
in the hand of a childhood lover
With omi-power 
to see
if he loves or not.

Oh so perilous a gift 
With scent like siren's call 
It haste to draw
her heart
not where it ought. 

And so fair-weather a thing
leaving hearts for us to mend 
when it does bend
wherever
the wind should plot.

Oh yes, the flower is a dangerous thing.

Fall down
Fall down
Pour like a broken cloud
on me

I am thirsty
I am empty
I am shriveling to dust,
from which I came
My soul withers
My soul dries
My soul has forgotten your taste

My own skills no longer sustain
So I plead a flooding rain from Thee

Fall down
Fall down
Pour like a broken cloud
on me

Surreal...
Drum beat-beat
Pixled screen
Part of her
and part of me
no eyes
no nose
no feet
Now made real...
in a flickering
beat-beat-beat

You spoke to me.
to me
But I did not want to hear It
And as Your Whisper grew,
more defined,
and more descriptive
I did not heed It
And when It became deafening
I ran
I ran
I ran without ceasing
Without a map,
Or a guide,
It didn't matter
As long as I wasn't near It, but then…
I wasn't near It.